Mei Man Grocery Store

Chapter 1 Strange Grocery Store

Marvel World, New York, Manhattan, No. 141 Brook Street, at this location, there is a wooden door with a height of three meters and a width of four meters, a very dilapidated wooden door.

On the wooden door, two rusty iron chains hung a dilapidated signboard. Looking at the English and Chinese characters on the signboard, one could vaguely see that the signboard was written in English and Chinese: Wanjie Grocery Store, here Five characters.

At this time, a strong man with a height of 2 meters 87 pushed open the door and walked in. When he passed the door, he lowered his head subconsciously.

"Kain, I told you that the door is high enough, you don't have to bow your head." A lazy voice sounded.

The strong man said naively: "Boss, this is subconscious, I'm too tall."

"Yes, you are tall, you have the final say." A 1.8-meter-high Asian came out of the darkness, with a toothpick in his mouth, and a crew cut, but his right hand was dark red. Both arms are dark red, as if tattooed with dark red flower arms.

But his fingers are different from ordinary people, without fingernails, and the fingers are sharp, just like the claws of the western dragon in western fantasy.

"Boss, you want breakfast." The strong man held a paper bag in his hand, two fingers to be precise.

Asian took it, opened the bag, took out the steaming meat buns inside, and bit into it, the hot soup burst from his mouth, and Asian immediately began to exhale: "Wow, it's hot! .”

The strong man shook his head: "Boss, call me if you need something."

Then he turned around and walked to the door. There was a huge stone chair beside the door. The width of this chair was more than four meters, and the back chair was more than five meters high. However, the height of this grocery store Up to ten meters high.

But from the outside, it should be only four or five meters high inside.

"Boss, are you going to open for business?"

"Let's go, but I'm a little tired, let them take it by themselves, don't bother me if it's okay." After speaking, the Asian finished eating the buns in his hand, and then drank the soy milk in one gulp.

The Asian stood up and stretched.

This grocery store actually doesn’t look like a grocery store at all, because there is a long counter in front of the Asian, and there are scattered tables and chairs in the store, and finally there is a cabinet behind the Asian, which is not Instead of firewood, rice, oil and salt, there are all kinds of wine.

Asian knocked on the cabinet, and then the cabinet opened to both sides, revealing a dark passage, Asian walked in slowly, the strong man got up seeing this, hung the business sign on the door, and then sat back to the stone chair.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the grocery store was pushed open, and an unkempt man walked in. Although he looked like a homeless man, a gold coin was constantly flipping between his fingers. Just leave his hand.

"Kain, where's the ghost?"

"The boss is sleeping. He said that if you want to drink, you can get it yourself, just remember to pay." Cain said honestly.

"Okay, I see."

With that said, this sloppy man came to the cabinet, and with a light jump, he could jump several meters high, then took down a bottle of transparent vodka, then opened the drawer from the counter, took out a cup and With ice cubes, I found a place at random and drank it on my own.

"Kain, would you like a drink?"

"I won't come. I was taught a lesson by the boss last time because I drank too much. Now the boss says that I can drink soda, fruit juice, mineral water, and plain water, but I am not allowed to drink alcohol, beer, or sparkling wine. I'll drink it." Cain said a little aggrieved.

The man didn't know what he thought of, his eyes suddenly changed, he looked at Cain in horror, and then immediately avoided him, holding up the wine glass while trembling, the wine in the glass, when he brought it to his mouth, had already spilled It was halfway out, and finally drank half a glass of wine with difficulty.

"John Wick, what's wrong with you, Parkinson's? Why are your hands shaking like this?" Cain asked suspiciously.

The man shook his head: "It's okay, I just thought of something scary."

"Oh, drink slowly here. I'll squint for a while. If someone else comes, talk to him here, or help me write on the blackboard."

"It's been several months, haven't you learned it yet?" Wick said.

"No, it's too difficult to learn. It's okay if you ask me to fight, but if you ask me to learn, I can't learn at all."

"You can do whatever you want, but don't forget, your exam is coming soon. If you haven't passed this time, I think the punishment of Guiding will make your life worse than death." Wick reminded.

"Let's talk about it at that time. Anyway, the boss won't kill me. He can do whatever he likes. I have completely given up." Cain said, leaning back in the chair, and then closed his eyes after yawning. .

Wick shook his head helplessly, got up and came to the blackboard, wrote what Cain had just said to him on it, and put it in the most conspicuous place, so that anyone could see it as soon as they came in.

As soon as Wick's side was set up, the door was pushed open, and a blond-haired middle-aged man walked in with a vicious face. He was wearing a black windbreaker, and the windbreaker was swinging as he walked, revealing his waist. Two pistols between.

"Carlos, you're here."

"You're here too, Mr. Wick."

"Hey, don't be so polite, let's have a drink together." Wick smiled rarely, beckoning the new guest to have a drink together.

Carlos was not polite either, sitting opposite Wick, and Wick took out a cup from the counter again.

"What's the matter, just saw you and found that you have been downcast."

"Oh, you know my background, right?"

"You know a thing or two, what's wrong?"

"You still remember that I left my organization a long time ago, and now they have found my son and trained him to be a top killer to assassinate me."

"Didn't you tell him the truth?" Wick asked doubtfully.

"I never had a chance, they sent a bitch with him the whole time, I never got a chance to explain to the brat, and the brat seemed to be obsessed with this bitch, I don't think he's listening to me now. "

"So that's the case, so what are you going to do?" Wick asked.

Kill that woman, then tie that brat back, wake him up, and let him know who he really is.

"Good idea, what do you want me to do?"

"Help me, I can't deal with two of them alone, and you also understand our marksmanship, which makes the battle between me and them more difficult, and I can only win by a narrow margin every time." Carlos said helplessly.

"I understand, then I will be in charge of that woman, and your son will be handled by you."

"Okay, but I'll contact you after tonight."

"No problem, just call me." Wick smiled, and then the two looked at each other, laughed together, and then the cups in their hands touched together, making a crisp sound.

(End of this chapter)